tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25747490355579479392024-03-05T08:29:21.168-08:00A Face A Day: 365 self portraits and othersErin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-31278126985813351822014-01-01T06:40:00.001-08:002014-01-01T06:40:37.385-08:00New year, new 365 days project"A Face A Day" is finished, but I'm starting a spanking new 365 days project for 2014. Check it out at my new blog: <a href="http://onegoodthing2014.blogspot.com/">One Good Thing 365/2014</a>. Happy New Year!Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-10105471455379031252013-12-31T05:27:00.000-08:002013-12-31T05:27:49.557-08:00Defaced<div style="text-align: center;">
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There's that beautiful song in the musical <i>Rent, </i>called "Seasons of Love." The entire cast sings over and over about the five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes that make up a year in everybody's life. They repeatedly ask the question "How do you measure" the minutes that comprise those years, and they offer some possibilities:</div>
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And in doing so, along the way I simultaneously measured with pretty much all of the items on the <i>Rent</i> list: daylights, sunsets, midnights, cups of coffee, inches, miles, laughter, strife, truths, tears, burnt bridges, death. </div>
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I don't know how significant my life is in the grand scheme of things. I'm guessing not very. When my life is finally over, probably aside from my family, I won't register on the radar much. The universe probably isn't going to buckle at the knees over the loss of a middle aged (former) insomniac from Ohio who spent her days in a small upstairs room taking pictures of herself and her toys. </div>
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It's unlikely that any of my photographs from 2013 will wind up in a gallery, or a book, or a museum, or a store. My blog will never get a million hits. That was never my goal anyway. I'm not interested in where my photographs end up. I'm interested in where my photographs <i>take</i> me, whether they take me toward something I have yet to discover, or whether they take me away from something I need to leave behind.</div>
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As Susan Sontag said in today's top quote, "All photographs are <i>memento mori." </i>They're records and reminders of what we all have to lose, evidence of somethings and someones that will eventually be permanently erased. I guess my photographs represent that tiny, tinny voice inside us all that cries "I was here!" "I lived." "I loved." "I struggled." "I tried." "I kept going." "I learned." "I saw." "I cared." "I didn't give up when I was too exhausted to want to keep living." "I found a way to survive." "I wrestled the demons." "I stumbled upon joy."</div>
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It's been an unforgettable year.</div>
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Thanks from the bottom of my heart to anyone who took a few minutes out of their five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred to stumble along with me.</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-70753014581608532762013-12-29T06:11:00.000-08:002013-12-29T06:11:59.031-08:00Gold dust woman<div style="text-align: center;">
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-61738756056326687802013-12-28T06:53:00.000-08:002013-12-29T06:14:51.939-08:00End of days<div style="text-align: center;">
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"'One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-84697024800681553912013-12-27T05:35:00.001-08:002013-12-27T05:35:33.121-08:00Endgame<div style="text-align: center;">
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"Everything comes to an end.</div>
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I'm feeling the end of the year bearing down upon me, and with it, the end of this 365 days project.<br />
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I always have mixed feelings as I face the end -- sadness, loss, joy, peace, fear, excitement, irritation -- the usual emotional cocktail.<br />
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But this time around, mostly what I feel is deep and immense gratitude for a project that became a lifeline during a very difficult and challenging year.<br />
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As I finish out the next four days, I have to make a decision:<br />
Take a break and finally catch up on my ironing?<br />
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Make more faces?<br />
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Waiting for inspiration to strike as the year winds down and the clock ticks.<br />
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<br />Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-32702638313516022622013-12-26T05:47:00.000-08:002013-12-26T05:47:40.665-08:00Silly old bear<div style="text-align: center;">
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My son Sam and I baked cutout gingerbread cookies together, for two very specific reasons:<br />
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1. Sam wanted to eat the dough. He's been overdosing on Starbucks gingerbread lattes and wanted a hit of the real thing.<br />
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2. I wanted to make a Medusa gingerbread "man."<br />
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Our cookbook that we got the recipe from didn't call them gingerbread men, though. It called them gingerbread "people." So our cookies weren't just delicious, they were also PC. (Which, as you probably already know, stands for "pretty cute.")<br />
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Sam likes to bake. He makes really delicious biscuits and beautiful pumpkin pies. He started "baking" when he was steady enough to stand on a chair beside me at the kitchen counter. He was about 1 1/2. I'd fold down one of my aprons and sort of swaddle him in it, then give him a bowl, some spoons and measuring cups, jars of spices, and let him go at it. He could put whatever he wanted into his bowl, and mix and stir to his heart's delight while I made muffins, or pizza crust, or cookies. I'd let him dump pre-measured cups of sugar and flour into whatever I was making. Sometimes it hit the bowl. Sometimes it hit the counter. Sometimes it hit the floor. There was usually a big mess to clean up, but it didn't matter. Being side-by-side together in the kitchen -- <i>that's</i> what mattered.<br />
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It still is.<br />
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Sam is all grown up. But something about baking cookies together brought back his little kid days, and that warmed me more than the heat coming from the oven or the spices in the gingerbread. While he licked batter from a spoon and piped faces and buttons on the "men," I made my Medusa cookie and cleaned up the bowls, the counter and the floor.<br />
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Some things never change.<br />
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I think I'll just call her a "Spice Girl."<br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
<br />Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-25089362615397374042013-12-24T07:10:00.000-08:002013-12-24T07:12:17.716-08:00Pieces on Earth<div style="text-align: center;">
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'"But I never looked like that!'</div>
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'How do you know? ...</div>
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(I am interested in seeing my eyes only when they look at you) ..."</div>
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"You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful,</div>
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I look at myself.</div>
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A lot.</div>
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Not so much in the mirror, but through the lens.</div>
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As a self-portrait photographer, it's kinda part of the job.</div>
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Maybe I look at myself too much. Maybe not enough.</div>
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I am not exactly sure what it is I'm searching for.</div>
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What it is I'm chasing.</div>
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What it is I'm trying to reveal to myself.</div>
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But still, I look. I search. I chase.</div>
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I <i>dissect.</i></div>
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And so often, when I pull up the images on my computer, I think, "Is that <i>really</i> how I look?"</div>
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Sometimes it's pleasing. Sometimes it's startling. Sometimes it's disappointing.</div>
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Sometimes it makes me laugh. Sometimes it makes me think. Sometimes it makes me angry.</div>
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Sometimes it makes me wonder. Sometimes it makes me question. Sometimes it makes me sad.</div>
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Often, I alter the actual image, I vandalize it, until it feels right. Until it feels real. Until the picture hitting my eyes matches the one hidden in my head -- like two dissonant, agitating notes, one sharp, one flat, brought into tune little by little by little until there is peaceful harmony.</div>
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I suppose that when I find the whatever it is, I'll stop looking.</div>
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It's like that "hot and cold" game, where you're looking for a hidden something, and another person guides you towards it. When you're far away from it, they say "cold." "Colder." "Freezing." </div>
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But when you home in, they say "warm." "Warmer." "Hot." "Hotter!" <i>"Boiling!"</i></div>
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And often, you don't know what you're searching for until you find it.</div>
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Until you see it. Until it's right in front of your face, looking back at you.</div>
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Maybe when my eyes finally land on whatever I'm searching for, the dissonance will quiet down and I'll find that elusive harmony. </div>
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I'll find that peace.</div>
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Maybe that's the "what."<br />
Peace.<br />
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If you celebrate Christmas, I hope you have a happy one.<br />
If you don't, then I hope you have a really incredible Tuesday night.<br />
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Peace out.</div>
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the mere sense of living is joy enough."</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-55202681599380873322013-12-22T06:18:00.000-08:002013-12-22T06:18:15.623-08:00I'm dreaming of a wet ... White. Wait. WHAT? Christmas.<div style="text-align: center;">
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"... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane ..."</div>
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-- John Geddes, <i>A Familiar Rain</i></div>
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"The sun did not shine.</div>
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All that cold, cold wet day."</div>
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"'I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.'</div>
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She licked her lips. 'Rain even tastes good.'</div>
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'What do you do, go around trying everything once?' he asked.</div>
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'Sometimes twice.'"</div>
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-- Ray Bradbury, <i>Fahrenheit 451</i></div>
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I has been raining nonstop for days here in northern Ohio.<br />
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I went outside and played in it anyway.<br />
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I'd prefer snow. But sometimes you've gotta work with what you have.<br />
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If it was snowing, I'd be up to my eyeballs in it.<br />
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Oh, wait, I am up to my eyeballs in it.<br />
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"We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them;</div>
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that all of life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness.</div>
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But why should this make us unhappy?</div>
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Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice.</div>
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I don't believe in this world of sorrow."</div>
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"Straightaway I was 'ware</div>
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So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move </div>
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Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair,</div>
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And a voice said in mastery, while I strove ...</div>
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'Guess now who holds thee!' -- 'Death,' I said, but there,</div>
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The silver answer rang ... 'Not Death, but Love.'"</div>
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"Amarantha sweet and fair,</div>
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Ah, braid no more that shining hair!</div>
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Hovering round thee let it fly."</div>
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Happiest Medusa ever.<br />
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-20958964003575313212013-12-20T06:31:00.001-08:002013-12-20T06:31:47.294-08:00Waddaya think cookies grow on TREES?<div style="text-align: center;">
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I mean, if thousands of meth addicts can do it, why can't we?"</div>
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I ate eleven of them, right in a row.</div>
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It is rude to take the last cookie."</div>
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she took final stock of where she'd been and where she was going.</div>
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Everything was fine."</div>
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The holiday candy has really been piling up around here, and nobody was eating it.<br />
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And the pool where I swim is closed for re-painting, so I had the morning clear.<br />
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So I chopped up all of the candy into chunks -- chocolate bars, chocolate candies, six little chocolate Santas from last year, an entire Whitman's Sampler -- some filled with nuts, some filled with caramel, some filled with peanut butter, some filled with toffee. I chopped up two chocolate turkeys, a chocolate cornucopia, some chocolate covered Oreos, chocolate covered pretzels, and a little bit of leftover Halloween candy (i.e. one fun-size Nestle Crunch bar, and a mini $100 Grand Bar). If it had anything to do with chocolate, it went under the knife.<br />
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Then I mixed up a double batch of my regular chocolate chip cookie recipe, but substituted the bowlful of chocolate-covered everything for the chocolate chips. So they were sort of like candy-bar cookies. Not quite chocolate chunk. More like chocolate <i>junk.</i><br />
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(And baking is pretty effective therapy. Maybe <i>that's </i>why so many people bake during the holidays.)<br />
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Because people keep giving us plates and plates of cookies, and fudge, and bags of Chex Mix, and peanut brittle, and homemade candy, and ... well, you get the picture. It's the holidays, so people feel compelled to bake. And even though such gifts might appear to be gestures of kindness and generosity and good will, I'm starting to think these desperate folks are just trying to keep the crazy at bay.<br />
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(By the way, a note to anyone who has the urge to drop off any more sweets at our door: we'd rather have <i>wine</i>. Wine is also pretty effective therapy, with fewer calories and fewer dishes to wash. And just for the record, I am <i>not</i> leaving Santa Claus cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. I'm making him a Manhattan.)<br />
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I told you before.</div>
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The year's almost over.</div>
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I have to get them out of my system.</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-10736214104710103372013-12-18T05:41:00.003-08:002013-12-18T05:41:31.031-08:00You must have been a beautiful baby<div style="text-align: center;">
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When she was good,</div>
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But when she was bad she was horrid."</div>
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Today is Medusa's baby picture. And I <i>know, I know</i>, that mythologically speaking, when Medusa was a baby it was <i>way</i> <i>before</i> she had her hair turned to snakes by mean old Athena. I am fully aware that she didn't get her first slither-perm until she was all grown up.</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-48714032503630503302013-12-17T05:40:00.000-08:002013-12-17T05:40:28.983-08:00Look 'em in the eye and speak from the heart<div style="text-align: center;">
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If you seek understanding, have experiences."</div>
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For my birthday way back in July, my son Sam gave me a screen printing kit. I asked for it, and I wanted it, but the thing has been sitting in its box since summer. I got out the instructions a couple of times, but in my then-sleep-deprived and anxiety-riddled state, I just didn't have it in me to figure the damn thing out.</div>
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It was a process. But learning is all about the process, right? That's why it's called the learning process. Someone can tell you how to do something, but until you actually do it, you'll never truly understand it. Which meant I had to read through all of the steps in the instruction book, and then <i>do</i> all of the steps in the instruction book if I ever wanted to understand how to make an actual screen print. So that's what I did.</div>
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And when it worked -- when I lifted the screen and the t-shirt underneath it actually bore the exact image of the self-portrait stencil I'd made, it was like a little miracle. Leo was helping me out by holding the wooden frame down while I drew the ink squeegee across the screen. As previously stated, I jumped, clapped and squealed. We high-fived. We exclaimed "It worked!" "It worked!" My husband took a picture of the tender newborn on his iPhone and texted it to Sam, so he could see the first-fruits that came from his gift.</div>
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Now I realize there are folks out there who can do pretty sophisticated and impressive things with screen printing. And I acknowledge that my rudimentary little t-shirts and posters lurk somewhere in the far, far edges of the screen printing spectrum. But give me time. I'll get there.</div>
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Today's face isn't about the product. It's about the process. It's about expanding myself to learn something new. It's about not being afraid of the unknown, but diving (or tip-toeing) into the unknown and figuring it out. It's about choosing to grow a tiny little bit instead of shrinking back. It's about feeling that 4-year-old excitement of accomplishment -- like learning to ride a two-wheeler or tie your own shoes. Sure, a whole bunch of other people can already do it, ho hum. But this is the day <i>I</i> learned how to do it, and I<i> did it all by myself!</i></div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-51808135574041084522013-12-15T06:36:00.001-08:002013-12-16T11:58:26.021-08:00Fine and dandy<div style="text-align: center;">
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given him by a beautiful lady but,</div>
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suddenly overcome with sadness,</div>
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he has lost the monocle case."</div>
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I pray the Lord my toys will break.</div>
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So none of the other kids can use 'em ... Amen."</div>
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Sam is home from college and I took Leo out of school for a dentist appointment, and he was hungry afterwards, so he texted his brother and we all met at Wendy's.</div>
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When the boys were little, it wasn't uncommon for us to grab lunch at Wendy's. A couple of kid's meals for them, a salad and fries for me. I didn't have to make lunch, I didn't have to clean up, and the boys each got a toy. Good times. </div>
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I still didn't have to make lunch or clean up, but this time, it was <i>me</i> who ordered the kid's meal. I just wanted the little bitty fries and the little bitty Sprite. (I gave Leo the burger to wash down his chicken sandwich.) </div>
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I was pumping ketchup into my tiny paper ketchup cups, and one of the restaurant workers (who was on her lunch break) looked up from her food and said "Let me guess. The kid's meal is for you." I suppose she looked at the two grown men accompanying me and did the math.</div>
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Me: "Yes." </div>
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Her: "You know you can get the same fries, drink and burger from the value menu for less."</div>
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Me: "But then you don't get a toy."</div>
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Her: "You wanted the toy? Which one?"</div>
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Me: "The robot. Or the helicopter. Or the whistle. But I really want the robot."</div>
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Her: "What'd you get?"</div>
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I hadn't looked yet. I was saving the big reveal for when I was situated at our table. But she got my curiosity up so I looked in the bag and peeked. It wasn't the robot. Or the helicopter. Or the whistle. It was something dumb. I got one of the clunkers.</div>
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Me: (sad face) "I got this."</div>
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Her: "Give it to me. I'll take care of it."</div>
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Me: "What? <i>Really?"</i></div>
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Her: "Yeah. Sure. No problem. Gimme it."</div>
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Me: (Speechless, I am suddenly 5 years old and tongue-tied at the kindness of this stranger and the random good fortune that has befallen little me.)</div>
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So I handed her my disappointment and sat down with my boys, who'd witnessed the entire exchange and were just shaking their heads and laughing. What else is new? </div>
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A few minutes later another Wendy's worker carrying my toy upgrade walked <i>right past</i> us and eyeballed a little boy sitting at <i>another </i>table.</div>
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Her: "Kid's meal toy?"</div>
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Me, Sam and Leo: (in unison) "Right here!"</div>
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She spun around on her heel and handed me my prize. </div>
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Me: (sharp intake of breath) "It's the <i>robot!"</i></div>
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And suddenly I forgot all about my little bitty fries and my little bitty Sprite. The robot had <i>all </i>of my attention. I was all like "Food? What food?"</div>
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(Which led me to wonder, if the officials in San Francisco really want to fight the war on childhood obesity, they shouldn't <i>ban</i> Happy Meals and the toys they contain. They should <i>encourage</i> them. Because, as I witnessed with my own children and now with myself, once I got my hands on that toy, I lost all interest in eating my food. I wanted to assemble my robot, and stick on his stickers, and make him pretend walk and pretend talk in a pretend robot voice. The way I see it, instead of telling Fat Suzy "Eat your food and then you can play with your toy," parents should just hand Fat Suzy her goddamn toy, give her food to a hungry football player, and watch Fat Suzy's belly melt away. Just a thought, San Francisco board of supervisors, just a thought.) </div>
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But I digress.</div>
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Remember how a few days ago I said we have a rule about hunting? The "don't kill anything unless you plan to eat it or give it someone who will" rule?</div>
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Well, I have my own rule about toys. (OK, I just made it up, but bear with me.) The rule is this: don't ask for the kid's meal unless you plan to play with the toy or give it to someone who will. Well, you can bet I wasn't about to give away my robot after that nice Wendy's worker bestowed it on <i>me. </i>And if I wasn't going to give it away, that meant I had to play with it.</div>
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And so I did.</div>
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I dressed him in a little winter hat and scarf, made him a little skating rink, and had a fun photo session in the backyard snow. It was cold and exhilarating and time flew and I was 5 and happy and lost in play and (<i>ahem</i>, heads up, San Francisco) probably burned quite a few calories.</div>
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Rewind back to lunch, which is now a pile of wreckage -- empty wrappers, boxes, bags and the lonely sound of rattling ice and slurping the dregs of soft drinks through straws.</div>
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Me: "Do you know why I wanted the robot?"</div>
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Sam and Leo: (in unison) "Because it has a face."</div>
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"We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others </div>
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because it does not fit them."</div>
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The last time I carved a linoleum block to make a print, I cut the crap out of my finger.</div>
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And by "cut the crap" I mean eight stitches and almost a severed tendon.</div>
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That was June 29th. I have a scar on the inside of my left index finger to prove it, a scar that still twinges and tingles every now and then, and which hurts like a sonofabitch whenever I bump it just right ... or is it wrong?</div>
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It's taken me until now to muster the courage to carve another block. But this time I finally got smart and came up with a crazy, kooky scheme. </div>
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I wore <i>gloves!</i></div>
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I know. It's a madcap. It's extreme. But wouldn't you know? It <i>worked.</i></div>
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Look Ma! No bloody slashed digits!</div>
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When I told Leo about my brilliant idea, you know, the one about the gloves, he just looked at me kind of deadpan and mumbled "What took you so long?" (I'm pretty sure there was a "Duh" implied in there somewhere.)</div>
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Whatever. I'm back in the saddle and happy to report that no fingers were harmed in the making of today's face.</div>
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-27672281426115078262013-12-12T05:50:00.000-08:002013-12-12T05:51:20.437-08:00Cardbored<div style="text-align: center;">
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Erin Buntinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170831973806063845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574749035557947939.post-49421317927985150852013-12-11T06:19:00.000-08:002013-12-11T06:19:11.969-08:00Apparition<div style="text-align: center;">
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I'm an elk! Shoot me, go on! It's elk season!</div>
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In a little twist of irony, I was hunting these duck faces while my husband and son were hunting real ducks.</div>
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I got two, they got four.</div>
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They like to hunt, and I'm OK with it. It's their thing, which is cool. And I don't usually mind if they bring home pheasant or goose or turkey or rabbit, but the ducks made me a little sad. Usually they field dress whatever they shoot, but it had grown too dark to see, so they brought the ducks home to butcher in the garage.</div>
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It was a little surreal seeing up close the four mallards they'd shot, three males and a female. They were still beautiful and glossy and colorful and perfect, except for the blood running out of the places where the steel shot had peppered them. </div>
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I was happy for the guys because it was their first successful duck hunt and they were totally stoked.</div>
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I took the requisite photos of them, father and son smiling, all manly and proud in their camouflage, holding up their quarry, which hung limp and lifeless from floppy necks, and thinking "This is the kid I read <i>Make Way for Ducklings</i> to at least a million times when he was little?"</div>
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I gave them each one of the little plastic duck calls that I'd photographed in the drug store vending machine, as a prize, to show these hunter/gatherers that the female of the tribe acknowledged their victory.</div>
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The duck meat is now in my basement freezer. I will eventually cook it for the guys, just as I cook all the other wild game they bag and bring home. They'll eat it, because one of our rules is you can't shoot it unless you plan to eat it, or can find someone else who will (they stockpile skinned squirrels that look like little frozen fetuses, for a grateful lady named Edna, who grew up in the deep south and says things like "sho nuff.") </div>
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This brings me to a grand total of eight Medusa faces so far.</div>
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I've used my own face, Barbie, my hand, plaster, paper mache, face paint, wooden snakes, rubber snakes, plastic snakes, a Pin Art toy and <i>dreidel dreidel dreidel </i>I made one out of clay.</div>
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This time I re-purposed a terrible 99 cent plaster mask that I found at the thrift store. Someone had hand-painted it really, really badly with music notes and "New Orleans" and "Jazz." They tried to paint the lips and eyes, but was pretty stinking awful. It had a grubby pink ribbon on it, too.</div>
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But I saw potential in this sad little castoff and plopped down my 99 cents and brought her home for an upgrade.</div>
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I still have a whole bunch of bargain basement Halloween-closeout-plastic-glow-in-the-dark snakes from Target -- just like the ones I used for the Senor Wences Medusa face (which you can view by clicking here: <a href="http://afaceaday2013.blogspot.com/2013/11/you-gotta-hand-it-to-me.html">Senor Wences Medusa</a>)</div>
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I glued the snakes to the mask, then painted the whole thing in with a dark brown hammered-finish metallic spray paint, then hit it with a little matte spray to take down the shine, and finally, dry-brushed it with gold acrylic paint. Even though it's made of plaster and plastic, I think the metallic look is pretty convincing.</div>
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The mask is about a third the size of a wearable mask, so this one will have to live as wall art, which, I hope, is a more satisfying existence for her that laying forgotten on a dusty shelf at Goodwill. I left her 99 cents sticker on the back, though, so she doesn't forget where she came from.</div>
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